"Someone wants to meet me?"
Rhode was taken aback, but he responded to Arthur's beckoning and went up to the door. Then, Arthur let out a chuckle, extended his hand, and pulled the meeting door handle. Behind the door was no longer the aisle that Rhode came in from. Instead, it was a deep, gloomy, stone-made passageway. Arthur extended his hand and made a beckoning gesture.
"Please."
"…"
